A dude with a Primus Shirt
Found myself at a mall.
There he is, a man with a faded Primus t-shirt walking slowly down the hall.
I say to him, “Cool shirt, dude.”
He smiles as every vast wrinkle on his face folds with a crinkle.
He’s probably not much older than me.
That smile still has the 1990’s attitude of someone who saw Primus while they still sucked.
Rock and Roll will never die until we’re all dead.
Yours in in rock and roll,
Count Robot
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